These reflections brought me to the door of the inn.  And here, pursuant to my policy of keeping well with all men, I immediately smoothed my brow, and accepted (being the only guest in the house) an invitation to dine with the family in the bar-parlour.  I sat down accordingly with Mr. Higgs the ex-butler, Mrs. Higgs the ex-lady’s-maid, and Miss Agnes Higgs their frowsy-headed little girl, the least promising and (as the event showed) the most useful of the lot.  The talk ran endlessly on the great house and the great family; the roast beef, the Yorkshire pudding, the jam-roll, and the cheddar cheese came and went, and still the stream flowed on; near four generations of Carthews were touched upon without eliciting one point of interest; and we had killed Mr. Henry in “the ’unting-field,” with a vast elaboration of painful circumstance, and buried him in the midst of a whole sorrowing county, before I could so much as manage to bring upon the stage my intimate friend, Mr. Norris.  At the name, the ex-butler grew diplomatic, and the ex-lady’s-maid tender.  He was the only person of the whole featureless series who seemed to have accomplished anything worth mention; and his achievements, poor dog, seemed to have been confined to going to the devil and leaving some regrets.  He had been the image of the Right Honourable Bailley, one of the lights of that dim house, and a career of distinction had been predicted of him in consequence almost from the cradle.  But before he was out of long clothes, the cloven foot began to show; he proved to be no Carthew, developed a taste for low pleasures and bad company, went birdnesting with a stable-boy before he was eleven, and when he was near twenty, and might have been expected to display at least some rudiments of the family gravity, rambled the country over with a knapsack, making sketches and keeping company in wayside inns.  He had no pride about him, I was told; he would sit down with any man; and it was somewhat woundingly implied that I was indebted to this peculiarity for my own acquaintance with the hero.  Unhappily, Mr. Norris was not only eccentric, he was fast.  His debts were still remembered at the University; still more, it appeared, the highly humorous circumstances attending his expulsion.  “He was always fond of his jest,” commented Mrs. Higgs.

“That he were!” observed her lord.

But it was after he went into the diplomatic service that the real trouble began.

“It seems, sir, that he went the pace extraordinary,” said the ex-butler, with a solemn gusto.

“His debts were somethink awful,” said the lady’s-maid.  “And as nice a young gentleman all the time as you would wish to see!”

“When word came to Mr. Carthew’s ears, the turn up was ’orrible,” continued Mr. Higgs.  “I remember it as if it was yesterday.  The bell was rung after her la’ship was gone, which I answered it myself, supposing it were the coffee.  There was Mr. Carthew on his feet. ‘’Iggs,’ he says, pointing with his stick, for he had a turn of the gout, ’order the dog-cart instantly for this son of mine which has disgraced hisself.’  Mr. Norris say nothink:  he sit there with his ’ead down, making belief to be looking at a walnut.  You might have bowled me over with a straw,” said Mr. Higgs.